Easy Rhymes and Simple Poems for Young ChildrenRoutledge, Warne, & Routledge, 1864 - 160 sider |
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Side 5
... Wish What is that , Mother ? Lullaby . .... A Boy's Song Jane Taylor 76 Jane Taylor 77 Jane Taylor 78 Juvenile Miscellany 79 Williams 80 Rogers 81 Doane 82- .A . Tennyson 83 . To - morrow Hymn for a Little Boy .. The Mariner's Child The ...
... Wish What is that , Mother ? Lullaby . .... A Boy's Song Jane Taylor 76 Jane Taylor 77 Jane Taylor 78 Juvenile Miscellany 79 Williams 80 Rogers 81 Doane 82- .A . Tennyson 83 . To - morrow Hymn for a Little Boy .. The Mariner's Child The ...
Side 6
... Wish The Creation of the World The Language of the Creation Early Flowers .... The Old Arm - chair . The Child and the Flower .. A Mother's Love Infantine Inquiries ..... Queen Victoria and the Bible The Dying Child ...... The Greedy ...
... Wish The Creation of the World The Language of the Creation Early Flowers .... The Old Arm - chair . The Child and the Flower .. A Mother's Love Infantine Inquiries ..... Queen Victoria and the Bible The Dying Child ...... The Greedy ...
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... wish'd were done . They tell me that he's happier far Than rambling on the lawn ; The tears are in your eyes , mamma , Do tell me why you mourn . If Georgy does but sleep above , As oft you've said before , Oh , why then mourn for him ...
... wish'd were done . They tell me that he's happier far Than rambling on the lawn ; The tears are in your eyes , mamma , Do tell me why you mourn . If Georgy does but sleep above , As oft you've said before , Oh , why then mourn for him ...
Side 47
... old , When Jesus dwelt here among men , And call'd little children , as lambs , to His fold , I should like to have been with them then . I wish that His hands had been put on my SIMPLE POEMS . 47 The Sweet Story of Old Mrs Luke.
... old , When Jesus dwelt here among men , And call'd little children , as lambs , to His fold , I should like to have been with them then . I wish that His hands had been put on my SIMPLE POEMS . 47 The Sweet Story of Old Mrs Luke.
Side 48
Easy rhymes. I wish that His hands had been put on my head , And that I had been placed on His knee , And that I might have seen His kind look when He said , " Let the little ones come unto ME . " Yet still to my Saviour in prayer I may ...
Easy rhymes. I wish that His hands had been put on my head , And that I had been placed on His knee , And that I might have seen His kind look when He said , " Let the little ones come unto ME . " Yet still to my Saviour in prayer I may ...
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AUNT EFFIE'S RHYMES beautiful bless bread breast bright brings brother busy bee cheek cheer Cock Robin cold cottage daisies dark dear mother dew-drops door earth ELIZA COOK eyes fairy Father William flowers FOLLEN gentle girls glad green happy Sunday hath HAWTREY hear heart heaven hills holy hour HYMN JANE TAYLOR Jesus kind to thy kiss of love lamb Let me fly light little bird little child little maiden look loves a little mamma Mary merrily merry moon morning naughty nest never night NURSERY RHYMES o'er old arm-chair old shoes pitter patter play poor praise pray prayer pretty QUEEN VICTORIA rest round shining sing skies sleep smiled song sorrow sparkling Spring tears tease my mother tell thine thing thrush to-day To-morrow Twas Twill twinkle violet voice walk weep wild wings young
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Side 105 - The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Side 17 - And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play Let my first years be past, That I may give for every day Some good account at last.
Side 71 - Tis filled wherever thou dost tread, Nature's self's thy Ganymede. Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plough; Farmer he, and landlord thou!
Side 82 - WHAT IS THAT, MOTHER ? WHAT is that, Mother ? The lark, my child ! The morn has but just looked out, and smiled ; When he starts, from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away, with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out, in his Maker's ear : Ever my child, be thy morn's first lays, Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, Mother...
Side 123 - Then did the little maid reply: "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid. Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid. Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied, "Twelve steps or more from mother's door, And they are side by side.
Side 83 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, Let me rise and fly away.
Side 116 - Where'er he dwells, he dwells alone, Except himself has chattels none, Well satisfied to be his own Whole treasure. Thus, hermitlike, his life he leads, Nor partner of his banquet needs, And if he meets one, only feeds The faster. Who seeks him must be worse than blind, (He and his house are so combined) If, finding it, he fails to find Its master.
Side 105 - Thrice welcome, darling of the spring; Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing; A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my schoolboy days I listened to; that cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush and tree and sky.
Side 13 - All this day Thy hand has led me, — And I thank thee for thy care ; Thou hast clothed me, warmed and fed me, Listen to my evening prayer. Let my sins be all forgiven ! Bless the friends I love so well ! Take me, when I die, to heaven, Happy there with thee to dwell ! VI.
Side 16 - HOW doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...